Less Than a Thing [part 3]
Proceed from Part 2 *** The next day, I commit my first robbery. It is…
Proceed from Part 2 *** The next day, I commit my first robbery. It is…
*Proceeds from Part 1* Father is snoring. Sometimes he growls and whistles through the nose,…
To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard…
You also beg for the little things. You beg him to eat. You beg him…
She would talk to her god, often, and he would respond. ‘But,’ she would start,…
You have known her since you were kids. You lived in the same neighbourhood;…
Your neon green bandage mini skirt rolls up as you sit on his bare, hairy…
It was a hot day. Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under…
Less than week later, we would remember the bitter cold of that September night, and…
From time to time, I catch myself. It feels like walking, lost in thought, then…
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